Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.